Saturday, December 07, 2013

Tuesday, December 7, 1965 The Frances Hubbard Diaries

Tuesday, December 7, 1965 
Cold, Cloudy 10-25 degrees.  I washed in am, baked fruit cake and apple sauce cake, did some work with paints.
Comment:  Not sure what the "work with paints" means...sounds like getting ready for Christmas...Pearl Harbor Day 24 years prior to this diary entry and  82 years ago today..gives rise to one of the first songs I ever remember hearing..it was number one on both the country and pop charts in 1944 and 1945.  A patriotic song written by Red Foley and had to do with how we were going to kick some ass in WWII....take a listen...



There will be a sad day comin’
For the foes of all mankind
They must answer to the people
And it’s troubling their mind
Everybody who must fear them
Will rejoice on that great day
When the powers of dictators
Shall be taken all away


CHORUS:
There’ll be smoke on the water
On the land and the sea
When our Army and Navy overtakes the enemy
There’ll be smoke on the mountains
Where the Heathen Gods stay
And the sun that is risin’
Will go down on that day


For there is a great destroyer
Made of fire and flesh and steel
Rollin’ toward the foes of freedom
They’ll go down beneath its wheels
There’ll be nothing left but vultures
To inhabit all that land
When our modern ships and bombers
Make a graveyard of Japan


CHORUS


Hirohito ‘long with Hitler
Will be ridin’ on a rail
Mussolini’ll beg for mercy
As a leader he has failed
But there’ll be no time for pity
When the Screamin’ Eagle flies
That will be the end of Axis
They must answer with their lives




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You're always young in your mind it is said, No matter the face in the mirror, That you see with surprise then say to yourself, "What is that old man doing here?"